The breeze has stilled
the lake is calm,
the glasses filled
with liquid balm.

We toast the moon
and thank the night,
for space to spoon
by natural light.

You sip your wine
and let it spill,
I make it mine
and drink my fill.

From lips and chin
and proffered neck,
you draw me in
to taste each speck.

Your eyes are wide
they catch the stars,
a mayday bride
whom ums and hars.

I seek your kiss
and tongue your tongue,
savouring bliss
so sweet and strong.

Wine bubbles burst
in untouched glass,
as still we lay
upon wet grass.

A picnic planned
a meal for two,
got out of hand
when I kissed you.